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Lanna was on Corellia, spending some time on the city filled planet. She had come from her previous trip to Coruscant, for some rest and relaxation. She had to get away from the city. The big city. Corellia population could hardly amount to Coruscant's many layers and towering buildings. The whole planet down to it's core was encrusted in lights and flying speeders. It breathed with life, and festered with impulsive darkness. The girl had accomplished an amount of work on the planet, and decided to retreat to Corellia to rest.
Corellia was not like Coruscant. It was much less overwhelming. It helped her wind down and rest. She had work to do, but that was mostly studies and training instead of field work.
She wore Jedi robes, a pair of versatile boots, and her light saber safely on her belt. Her hair fell down her shoulders as always, and remained in messy tangles. She never tied it up, or tried to work with it because she simply had the inability to make it look nice. She accepted her wild mane, and cared little about whether it made her look messy or not. People didn't usually point it out, anyway.
Walking along the side of some market buildings, she kept an eye out for some type of food. She was growing quite hungry, and needed something to fill her stomach for the next few hours. When she traveled to a new world to work on some independent studies, she liked to get to know the place she was staying. She would venture out to a social place, and strike up conversation with a local, to get to know them better. She was a fairly social person after all. Especially when she was out on her own, and had no familiar individual to confide in. She walked the line between standing back and observing, and immersing herself in the culture around her.
She had taken her time, and picked out a grilled meat of some kind. It tasted delicious, and she finished off her meal with a piece of fruit. She did not talk to many people, nor did she feel very satisfied with her trip into town.
She was walking to the room she had rented out for a few days, along side various granite and metal structures on her right, next to the jungle on her left. Somewhere mid walk, she stopped, sensing something familiar. She looked back, narrowing her eyes. It was in that moment, something light fell on her head. She lifted her arm, taking the object gently out of her hair. It was not necessarily in her hair, but what seemed to be a button had caught on it. Pulling it out, and looking down at it, she observed a glove.
She glanced up, squinting to block out the sun. There, on the roof was an old acquaintance.
"Rokuro. Is that you? You dropped this." She held up the glove.
@Cameron Foster
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